Charlestown

Tenfold to the bare naked of bones of my father sit,

Obligatory reactions from a holy child,

The weary call of the cat,

The naked mole-man’s testicle,

All things with true natures show,

The endless bottomless pit below,

Of horrible stank and shadeless land,

The barren borogroves,

Of mankind’s’ oligatrophic anus.

Goodnight, cruel specters,

Let my future intentions waver with repudiated profundity.


Carl Jung, Walachian high priest, circa 1957.